Here I am teaching a yoga 

       class in the backyard (2011).

          Gian-Carlo-Genevieve-Gianni 

With mixed emotions, I attended not knowing if my own bittersweet memories would surface or how it would all result.

I didn’t know what the outcome would look like but clearly knew that the healing was in the growing.  I understood that glazing over painful emotions only meant that they would manifest and resurface again in another form and would continue to repeat until the lesson was learned…I had to go.

The night was filled with laughter, music, celebration, and the making of new memories.

      New Year’s Eve Bash 2019!

As I walked the grounds of this majestic space and touched the many oak trees from a time gone by, I could only smile and whisper a silent “thank you.”

There were no tears, only sweet memories, smiles, and a sense of peaceful thanksgiving for the opportunity to pay it forward.  Just as I was honored to be there so were the homeowners equally grateful for my presence.  Grace showed its full light!

One of many oak trees my children  frequently climbed. During the party I strolled the property and found myself thanking them once again for the many joys and memories we shared. 

    Home is where your heart is.

My oldest son Gio with his girlfriend Amanda along side my second son, Gian-Carlo on  the right

          Celebrating 2019 with Bill!

Once again, I was reminded that memories are made only to be lived once in a lifetime and never repeated. Experiences should be many with each being unique and individual. So always remember to “grow through it” and that somethings in life are not worth the shortcuts. Feel it, live it and grow from it!

Welcome to 2019!